Title: Private Dancer
By: lewis771750
Challenge: AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: none
Words: 400
AN: OK so I couldn't resist stripper!Cath either...

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Sara wasn't quite sure how it had happened. She remembered going to the strip club with the guys from the conference. She remembered getting teased as she was going in, and more teasing once they saw she was watching the girls.

But how did that account for waking up with a strange woman in a bed that certainly wasn't in a hotel? Not that it mattered, however she'd ended up here she'd had good taste. The woman lying next to her was a bit older close up than she'd looked on stage, but still looked after her body. Memories of the better parts of last night started to come back.

One of the guys had paid for a lap dance, but then chickened out. Sara had been happy to take his place. It was frustrating not being allowed to touch as that beautiful body moved around showing everything, teasing and displaying in equal measure. The ribald cheers as they moved to an alcove to be alone together, and the calm way they both coped with them.

Then the kissing, hot and frantic like they were teenagers on a first date together rather than experienced women of the world. Sara's nipples tightened in memory of the kissing and just how hot it had got her. The kissing led on to fondling each other, fingers at first over clothes, then dipping under them. Sara gradually lost her clothes during this. Tongues soon followed fingers exploring each other's bodies. Then came the first of several climaxes for each of them.

Catherine, that was her name. She'd invited Sara to hang round 'til the end of her shift, and then come home for the night if she wanted. Sara had happily agreed, trusting this was in good faith.

When they'd got back to Catherine's house Sara's feelings were born out, she was safe. Her body and feelings were assaulted alright, but it was fingers, tongues, toys, ice cream, chocolate sauce and so forth, the sort of assault that she was happy to be subjected to.

Catherine woke up and found herself staring into deep brown eyes. Sara could see Catherine didn't run through the confusion that she'd felt. They leant in to kiss each other before starting to work back into that familiar rhythm. At the back of her mind Sara could feel herself wondering if she should look for a job in Vegas.

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